My Accidental Marriage to the Billionaire CEO

supposed t

n. Not holding a tray of champagne that cost more than my r

New York kne

ho bought companies the way other men bought coffee. Cold. Untouchable

o do the stupides

r hissed from the kitchen entran

staff. I was a senior at NYU, broke, drowning in student loans, working this enga

l of Manhattan. A string quartet playing. Women in diamonds that

ss of whiskey. He wasn't smiling. He never smiled in magazines. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his jaw sharp

. His fiancée. Vanessa. The heiress he was suppo

nvisible. Just serve c

toward Table 3, balancing the si

hen it h

ack suddenly to laugh at a jok

slo

of champagne flew. And one, full to the brim, arce

o no

he cold liquid soaked his white shirt, his $5,000 tuxedo jacket, an

le

stopped playing.

nk running. The top page read in bold letters:

destroyed a ten mi

his ruined shirt, at the dripping paper

y weren't angry. They were worse.

low, calm. The kind of calm that c

a Scott. Sir, I am so sorry, i

" He held up the ruined papers. Champagn

My father is going to kill you! And you -" She turned to me, her beautiful face twisted.

e burning my eyes now. "I'll pa

e, dark, with whiskey underneath. I could see the water droplets on his shirt clinging to his chest. "That suit is $8,000. The deal y

had to tilt my head up to look at him.

l do anything. Let me work it

. He looked from me to Vanessa, who was still complaining, to the

d behind his eyes. Like he jus

were almost at my ear. His voice

stairs demanding I get married in 30 days to get my inheritance. And

ack, confu

emeanor changed. He put his arm around my sh

ned through m

carrying across the silent penthouse. "I ha

ever

, "What are you

rey eyes were dark, intense, and he was looking at me like I was the m

ve with someone else," he s

is other hand came up and cupped

t right, s

rs on my chin were warm, rough. His

I managed

Then he said the words

destruction of confidential corporate documents. You will spend the rest of y

od ran

ecome my wife. You help me make my ex-fiancée jealous, you convince my mother I'm settled so I get my $100 million in

90 days.

as a movie. This didn't

razy," I

you a contract. No feelings. No kissi

I could see every lash, every f

de now. Right here. I

entering the penthouse looking furious, all the r

0 million mistake.

f I said yes - I would be t

shing my ear, and whispered the

fe now, Ella.

answer, he pulled me into

iss in front of his ex, his mother, and fifty N

lionaire. And it tasted

eathless, his eyes were no lo

oudly for everyone to he